12 thoughts on “hope shines”

1. Lovely trio, Ellen. Beautiful. I appreciate your writing.
   Hurrah for daffodils. ~Lori

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2. I like the photo on your header.

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3. THANK YOU – and I’m always honored when one of my posts is reblogged. Ellen

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4. Such a lovely scene.

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5. Lovely and true, Ellen.
   I just got back from visiting my mother in southeastern Kansas. We took long stems of white silk tulips for the urns on each side of my dad’s headstone. There we were, snowflakes floating around us as we placed the silk flowers. My dad would have loved it.

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   1. Dear Marilyn, What a lovely gift. That is a lot for you to do too. My drives to be with my mother were shorter, though I often took the country roads. The beauty and quiet gave me strength.

      I know from your posts what a blessing these visits with your mother are, and you must be helping many readers. Ellen

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      1. Thank you, Ellen, for the kind words. These visits help me, too. Like you, the drive to and from my monthly visits with my mother calm me and give me strength. From Colorado to southeast Kansas and back is 1,300 miles, so I have many hours to think. The back roads side trips take me by my mother’s favorite country scenes, so even when she doesn’t know me, I already feel as though we’ve connected.
         We do the best we can to stay connected to those we love.

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6. I like “colder spring.” Very thoughtful, Ellen. Haiku is therapeutic, I find.

   Best,
   Charlotte

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   1. Dear Charlotte, Thank you, and I feel the same way about haiku. Ellen

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7. What a peaceful, lovely site. A refuge for poets and artists.

   Keep writing, Ellen, and share your gifts.

   Charlotte

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   1. Dear Charlotte, Thank you so much for your encouragement, and for the many ways you share your gifts. Ellen

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8. I just deadheaded the daffodils around my garden, which made me sad. They were absolutely glorious this spring, but ‘To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.’ Their memory lives on … in poetry that breathes as sweetly as yours.

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